Titanzer #021

“Listen, no one likes being ordered around, but can you try a little harder? Don’t you have a gang? Can we get them in here?”

Ben was so furious he couldn’t speak. This isn’t how today is supposed to go. His Wittybantr generator was being outwitted, his Punchatronic Aligner was swinging wildly. The voices in his head were thirsty for blood, for their favorite cool dude to kick the shit out of this assfuckdickcrap. Back against the wall, Ben charged up his power move: a punch to the face.